On the inside, on the outside. (An Other Story)

On the inside, on the outside. (An Other Story)

Twent years ago or were it ten, can’t really remember that, reading comic books and ackowledged they were writing about us. They called those beings superheroes, heroes. All those i know live a life in the shadows, use their powers only in the dreaming, at home but never in the arena of the human world. Humans wouldn’t understand that there is not something as fantasy, everything is real, its just that not everyone can see it because it doesn’t fit in their world view. And soe we are all relegated to the sorcerers world, i never felt like a sorcerer, don’t really know what i should call my self. Would it be necessary to call my self anything to be functioning as i will in the world or the amalgamates of worlds the humans occupy. Not really one being just is and does what he or she can, when he or she wants or needs to…….that seems to be the whole mystery, if we like it or not, humans and Others. Secrets are best kept safe right under the noses of the nes you keep your secerts from and here they all are. Can you read behind the lines !?